Post by The Doomriders on Mar 25, 2007 10:11:00 GMT -5
[The scene opens up a few hours after Tommy had called Billy during breakfast. It’s roughly 11’o clock eastern standard time. Tommy is standing outside of the hotel as Billy drives up in their rental car.
Tommy opens the door and gets in. They sit there in silence for a moment or two before Tommy opens his mouth and begins spewing madness.]
Tommy: All right (BLEEP)shine, are you ready to do this? You can back out now if you want. I gotta see what this lil pussy bitch is all about, that your so quick to be proud of. Lord knows he's not the Superstar and ain't no man gonna make me respect him by shouting orders.
Billy: Yeah, sorry. I can't of dazed off there. The question shouldn't be am I ready, but are you?
Tommy: Am I ready? Am I ready! Jesus son, have you lost your mind. Of course I'm ready. Why wouldn't I be? Pulls a flask form his pocket an takes a quick sip Oh yeah I’m ready for this. I'm ready to puke an piss all over, mop it up an ask for seconds. I wanna see what this bitch can dish. Since you’re so (BLEEP)ing thankful to him.
Billy: That son of a bitch used to wake us up at 5 am and force us to run mile after mile. Then do push up after push up. Then get in the ring... Well, you get my point. The guy was so influential on me. I mean, I have to attribute my killer instance to the guy. How else could be so emotionless towards beating some random sap down to the ground and spitting on him? Han was the man that gave it to me. I guess with you, it came natural.
Tommy: Keep talking like a bitch an I’ll give it to you. But I guess so man, I am pretty great. I love to just crush a mother (BLEEP)ers skull under my boots and keep rubbing it in like a cigarette.
Its nice of you to bring me along like a show an tell. I just hope I don't have to sign to many things cause my wrist hurts... So what’s the deal anyways are we gonna beat this guy down, train, eat or what with him? Shits not really clear. My minds a bit fuzzy yet. Man its early for me.
Billy: I don't know man. I honestly don't. As far as i know, we're meeting for lunch and then who the (BLEEP) knows. When i was talking to him on the phone he mentioned doign a work out and then laughed like a mad man. Who knows. Maybe he was joking. Maybe he was just laughing about all the pain and torture he's going to put us through. I'm all for doing a work out with him. It'll force all the toxins in our blood out, and completely pulverize our muscles. It'll be a good time.
Tommy: Right, good time had by all indeed. This will differently be one of those memories I’ll add in my spank rag.. Damn man sometimes I don’t know about you anymore. Just as long as we don't have a damn drama fest with hugs, man love an emotions flaring every which way. i`ll be fine. I am always willing to show the world that I can go the extra mile an out do everyone
Billy: (BLEEP) off. You know that'll never happen. Ha Ha. You're an idiot. Doesn’t anything ever mean something more to you though? Like a person, a place, an object? Anything like that? Anything that makes you feel like a kid again?
[Tommy’s eyes widen an glisten with glee and sarcasm.]
Tommy: Puppy dogs, gum drops and rainbow! (BLEEP) that stuff man. I am the only thing that matters to me. Well, and keeping you alive. Being a kid again? That’s just non sense. What can a kid accomplish? Nothing. Nothing at all. I was never a kid never... Popped out of the womb this way, i tell ya… Well I guess there is one thing. Cartoons win me over every time. Make me all happy and shit.
How there so well cartoonish an nothing ever matters at the end of the half hour all is good an new again no problems no nothing. No one gets hurt an all is fine. Not like this real life shit that we deal with every day. All the blood loss, pain an agony. There is non of that in cartoon land and someday damn it, were going there.
[Billy chuckles to himself.]
Tommy: You want me to meet this guy? Fine, Want to do a work out routine? All right, good. Want to sweat an cry? Even better. Lets get this show on the road than an lets see what it is where made of. Just how big an bad are we really? Lets see us pushed to the limits or damn near breaking down.
Billy: Ok awesome, so you love cartoons and you want to retire there. That’ sweet as (BLEEP) and I’ll probably join you when we get there. But yeah, let’s get the (BLEEP) out of here. That breakfast I had earlier was good and all, but I need something a little more filling. Like a Gyro or something. Where the (BLEEP) are the street meat vendors when you need them?
Tommy: No where to be found. (BLEEP), I had to beg one to give me an Italian sausage last night. The mother (BLEEP)er kept telling me he was closed. Pfft. Closed? How is a street vendor closed? He sells meat on the street! He needs my money to survive. (BLEEP)ing piece of shit.
[Billy pulls out of the hotel parking lot. Deathrow eyeball (BLEEP)s a girl as she walks in front of the car, crossing the street.]
Billy: So, the four corners elmination match...
[Deathrow bursts out...]
Tommy: What about it!? Shits in the bag man. We have nothing to worry about. not a damn thing. As long as your focused for the match and bring your a game we’ll do fine, I promise. There is no way we are going to loose these belts not a chance in hell.
Billy: Have you been watching the promo's? Next Generation might as well have clown make-up song and the Elephant Dance song blaring around them at all times. I don't understand what the (BLEEP) Santiago is saying, but at least NAPW supplied them with dubbed English for Sakai. That Japanese bastard keeps talking about how much of a joke his team is. How the (BLEEP) are we supposed to take them serious, when they have so many doubts about themselves? They’re (BLEEP)ing pathetic.
Tommy: I like Japs, there funny as (BLEEP). And they have a crazy underground scene. There like “ohhh missa deathrow me love you long time, my motha she a virgin five dolla five dolla”. Ha Ha. Yeah man they’re coming at us with a weak arsenal. But that doesn’t matter. I don’t give a (BLEEP) how pathetic they look or how stupid they sound with their native tongues flapping in the wind. I just want to break one of their arms off and slap around the Untouchables. Then ram it down Papa Z’s throat. I hope the Cowboys bring that old man with them again. I have some unfinished business with him
Billy: Unfinished business eh? Do you have anything in mind. Besides choke him out with one of the foreigners arms.
Tommy- Violence duh. Nothing special. I just wanna TNT that guy for the hell of it an grab him by his old man droopy balls right before I slap his dentures outta his mouth. You know, the regular.
Billy: Ha Ha, I’m sure Papa Z will be down there. He’ll have to cheerlead his two stoner (BLEEP)s into the ring. They probably don’t have a (BLEEP)ing clue their even I Toronto. They have to be one of the weakest tag team champions of all time. We smoked them in a matter of minutes and took their gold. Now they want to come back at us again? I mean come on. Didn’t they learn their lesson the first time? If you can’t beat em, (BLEEP) off. That’s the best motto I’ve ever heard and clearly they haven’t got that through those cloudy brains of theirs. It’s too bad too. Because they could have avoided the entire thing. They could have just saved themselves from getting the hell kicked out of them twice by the Doomriders… but no. Here they are again, waiting in line to receive the Doomrider Special With Sauce.
[Billy slams on the brakes as a car ignores the red light and turns out in the intersection. He slams the horn and opens his window to let out a few obscenities.]
Billy: You (BLEEP)ing idiot! Are you blind!? How the (BLEEP) did you get a liscence? YOU’RE A (BLEEP)ING MORON!
[The car speeds off, untouched. Billy slams his fist into the horn.]
Billy: If it’s one thing I didn’t miss, it’s the god damn traffic. I swear, Toronto has some of the worst drivers in the entire world…
Tommy: (BLEEP)ing idiots. But yeah Everyone could avoid a ass kicking if they’d just stay away. But no, they all want to try an bring it to us and take our gold. What do they not understand by now? We’re the real deal, not to be messed with. Kenny an Jay, those to un(BLEEP)able goofs need to just die all ready. I haven’t even heard from O’Brien yet and I’m already ready to pound his teeth out.
Billy: They've been on hard times ever since Casino went Bankrupt. Krenshov is seemingly a lost puppy as he walks around his shitty apartment, back to normality. I told those (BLEEP)ers. I told them all that Casino was going to fail. Now i'm just waiting for the nail to be hammered in the coffin, where he backstabs everyone in his group to better himself. Considering he hasn't yet, i'll give him props for that. I'm pretty surprised the Untouchables are still going as a group, even without Casino's money backign them. But that's ok. I don't care if they're down in the dumps or if they're returning to their roots. We all are. We're all looking back on the past and bringing something positive up in return. I don't give a damn about the Untouchables. As far as I'm concerned, they've earned there spot as a number one contender... they did that by winning matches. But the fact of the matter is, we've taken them out before and we'll do it again. Maybe O'Brien isn't Casino, but if i had the option? I'd take O'Brien out because he's one of the few NAPW wrestlers that I have yet to do at. I can't wait to get my hands on him and stretch him like taffy.
Tommy: That’s what I’m saying man. (BLEEP) them all in the ass with a big rubber dick. these mother (BLEEP)ers all need to reach for there socks while we grab our cocks because these is a two man wrecking crew that is far from being over with. its only month three of our year an its only getting better. soon your going to be the world title holder an half tag champ. I’ll win a singles belt soon after and everyone will truly see that they were taking us far to lightly. That we were not joking about the Year of the Doomrider.
Billy: I figure everyone’s a critic until they get into the ring with us. I say they should go ask guys like the Delivery Men, D-X, and The Celtic Assassins what it is like to have to take us on more than one time. It just gets worse everytime. Like the Delivery Men for example, we got disqualified the first fight and then we destroyed them with it was no disqualifications at Jokers Wild. It was a no contest. But I think the tag teams going into this match know that we mean business. We’ve been on a terror ride ever since we got the band back together. We haven’t looked back yet, so I doubt they think we will now.
Maybe they’ll comment on how we were fighting at thtis time last year. Funny how shit changes eh?
Tommy: Yeah, seems to be a theme these days. Everythings changing. But you know what won’t change? Our Tag Team Championship Reign. Maybe we’ve got three other teams gunning for them, but does that mean we’re going to lose the belts? (BLEEP) no. It means that we get six other guys that we can hussle and smash to victory. It’s all business. Then after that, I get to run myself into the ring for the Sole Survivor battle royal and I’ll get my hands on that Martyr (BLEEP)er. He thinks he’s a (BLEEP)ing big dog because he pinned me in the ring last week. I’ll show that son of a bitch that he should have never lit the fuse of stick of dynamite. I’ll blow up all in his face and take his skin clean off. You have two things on the agenda, Billy. But so do I. I have vengence to serve. And it will be served hot and burning.
[Billy looks around at the various signs. The street is full of restaurants and fast food joints for the pleasure of any Torontonian.]
Billy: There it is.
[The Keg Steakhouse and Bar and it’s massive mouth watering sign jumps out at them like a pedestrian crossing the street. Billy makes a hard right and flies into the driveway, sending Deathrow flying into the center of the car, leaning his head onto Billy’s shoulder.
A sense of nervousness comes over Billy, as Tommy readjusts himself and sits back in his seat.]
Tommy: Jesus (BLEEP). Did you have to do that? I just woke up not more than half an hour ago. How the (BLEEP) do you expect me to be prepared for that?
Billy With who we’re going to meet, you need to expect the unexpected. He might toss fireballs at you as soon as we get in there. You never knew with Han. He’s full of surprises.
Tommy: Yeah and so am I. If he tosses fireballs at me, I’ll throw my great balls of fire at him and disgrace his entire Swedish family. Nobody gets the slip on The SUPERSTAR.
[The two men get out of the car and slam their doors tightly. Walking into the restaurant Billy seems eager, like a kid going into a candy store with a blank cheque. They open the door and the drooling smell of seasoned steak and potatoes overwhelmed there sense and both men seemingly float off the ground and follow their noses.
A waitress is waiting at the front with two menu’s in her hand.]
Billy: Umm, we’re here with Han Sameulson… Is he here already?
Waitress: Sameulson… Sameulson… Yes, he is. Right this way.
[The waitress brings them into an open area where only one man sits. The man is massive. I mean, he’s a complete monster. He could rival Kenny Krenshov in size, but certainly has a few years on him. He has crew cut grey hair, with a weathered face.]
Tommy: Holy shit… is that him?
Billy: Yepp, that’s him.
[The man smiles and bangs his hands on the table.]
Han: BVILLY!
[He shouts out in a strong Swedish accent.]
Billy: Hey Han, how are you doing? It’s been a long time.
Han: Yah. It’s bveen a very long time. You look bvigger then bvefore.
[Tommy leans into Billy.]
Tommy: Does he always call you Villy?
Billy: He’s Swedish. I think they have a hard time pronouncing B’s…
Han: And dis must bve Tommy Deathrow?
Tommy: You got that right. But you can call me the VuperVtar.
Han: Da Superstar?
Tommy: Close enough.
[The massive Swede extends his hand. His giant, leather hands and handshakes both of them. He offers both of them a seat and they take it with pleasure.]
Han: So. What is it, that you are doing in Toronto these days Bvilly?
Billy: Well Han, that’s kind of why I called you here. I’m competing for the Heavyweight title in New Alberta Pro Wrestling. And it just so happens that it’s taking place in Toronto… In Ontario for the very first time in the companies history.
Han: BVILLY!? You?! You are going for the bvig gold!?
Billy: Yeah, I know. It sounds funny, doesn’t it.
Han: Yah! It does! You were always a terrible wvrestler. I always figured you’d quit and become a side show wvorker….
Billy: Ha Ha… funny guy. But yeah, I wanted to come back and speak with you about doing some training with us. I could use a touch up.
Han: You could hardly get through it before! Do you think you can do it now?
Billy: I know I can do it now…
Han: Ei… Ei… I think I can help you out. Yes. I think I can help you out just fine… Wve’ll start soon. But first, WE MUST EAT!
Tommy: I like this guy already, I’m starving.
Han: You’re starving? With that pot belly of yours? Hah. Starving.
Tommy: I stand corrected…
[The three men talk back and forth and get to know one another again… They order food and laugh at each others downfalls for the entire dinner… What will Han have instore for them after the lunch? Pain? Torture? Torment? Probable. Most Possible.]
Tommy opens the door and gets in. They sit there in silence for a moment or two before Tommy opens his mouth and begins spewing madness.]
Tommy: All right (BLEEP)shine, are you ready to do this? You can back out now if you want. I gotta see what this lil pussy bitch is all about, that your so quick to be proud of. Lord knows he's not the Superstar and ain't no man gonna make me respect him by shouting orders.
Billy: Yeah, sorry. I can't of dazed off there. The question shouldn't be am I ready, but are you?
Tommy: Am I ready? Am I ready! Jesus son, have you lost your mind. Of course I'm ready. Why wouldn't I be? Pulls a flask form his pocket an takes a quick sip Oh yeah I’m ready for this. I'm ready to puke an piss all over, mop it up an ask for seconds. I wanna see what this bitch can dish. Since you’re so (BLEEP)ing thankful to him.
Billy: That son of a bitch used to wake us up at 5 am and force us to run mile after mile. Then do push up after push up. Then get in the ring... Well, you get my point. The guy was so influential on me. I mean, I have to attribute my killer instance to the guy. How else could be so emotionless towards beating some random sap down to the ground and spitting on him? Han was the man that gave it to me. I guess with you, it came natural.
Tommy: Keep talking like a bitch an I’ll give it to you. But I guess so man, I am pretty great. I love to just crush a mother (BLEEP)ers skull under my boots and keep rubbing it in like a cigarette.
Its nice of you to bring me along like a show an tell. I just hope I don't have to sign to many things cause my wrist hurts... So what’s the deal anyways are we gonna beat this guy down, train, eat or what with him? Shits not really clear. My minds a bit fuzzy yet. Man its early for me.
Billy: I don't know man. I honestly don't. As far as i know, we're meeting for lunch and then who the (BLEEP) knows. When i was talking to him on the phone he mentioned doign a work out and then laughed like a mad man. Who knows. Maybe he was joking. Maybe he was just laughing about all the pain and torture he's going to put us through. I'm all for doing a work out with him. It'll force all the toxins in our blood out, and completely pulverize our muscles. It'll be a good time.
Tommy: Right, good time had by all indeed. This will differently be one of those memories I’ll add in my spank rag.. Damn man sometimes I don’t know about you anymore. Just as long as we don't have a damn drama fest with hugs, man love an emotions flaring every which way. i`ll be fine. I am always willing to show the world that I can go the extra mile an out do everyone
Billy: (BLEEP) off. You know that'll never happen. Ha Ha. You're an idiot. Doesn’t anything ever mean something more to you though? Like a person, a place, an object? Anything like that? Anything that makes you feel like a kid again?
[Tommy’s eyes widen an glisten with glee and sarcasm.]
Tommy: Puppy dogs, gum drops and rainbow! (BLEEP) that stuff man. I am the only thing that matters to me. Well, and keeping you alive. Being a kid again? That’s just non sense. What can a kid accomplish? Nothing. Nothing at all. I was never a kid never... Popped out of the womb this way, i tell ya… Well I guess there is one thing. Cartoons win me over every time. Make me all happy and shit.
How there so well cartoonish an nothing ever matters at the end of the half hour all is good an new again no problems no nothing. No one gets hurt an all is fine. Not like this real life shit that we deal with every day. All the blood loss, pain an agony. There is non of that in cartoon land and someday damn it, were going there.
[Billy chuckles to himself.]
Tommy: You want me to meet this guy? Fine, Want to do a work out routine? All right, good. Want to sweat an cry? Even better. Lets get this show on the road than an lets see what it is where made of. Just how big an bad are we really? Lets see us pushed to the limits or damn near breaking down.
Billy: Ok awesome, so you love cartoons and you want to retire there. That’ sweet as (BLEEP) and I’ll probably join you when we get there. But yeah, let’s get the (BLEEP) out of here. That breakfast I had earlier was good and all, but I need something a little more filling. Like a Gyro or something. Where the (BLEEP) are the street meat vendors when you need them?
Tommy: No where to be found. (BLEEP), I had to beg one to give me an Italian sausage last night. The mother (BLEEP)er kept telling me he was closed. Pfft. Closed? How is a street vendor closed? He sells meat on the street! He needs my money to survive. (BLEEP)ing piece of shit.
[Billy pulls out of the hotel parking lot. Deathrow eyeball (BLEEP)s a girl as she walks in front of the car, crossing the street.]
Billy: So, the four corners elmination match...
[Deathrow bursts out...]
Tommy: What about it!? Shits in the bag man. We have nothing to worry about. not a damn thing. As long as your focused for the match and bring your a game we’ll do fine, I promise. There is no way we are going to loose these belts not a chance in hell.
Billy: Have you been watching the promo's? Next Generation might as well have clown make-up song and the Elephant Dance song blaring around them at all times. I don't understand what the (BLEEP) Santiago is saying, but at least NAPW supplied them with dubbed English for Sakai. That Japanese bastard keeps talking about how much of a joke his team is. How the (BLEEP) are we supposed to take them serious, when they have so many doubts about themselves? They’re (BLEEP)ing pathetic.
Tommy: I like Japs, there funny as (BLEEP). And they have a crazy underground scene. There like “ohhh missa deathrow me love you long time, my motha she a virgin five dolla five dolla”. Ha Ha. Yeah man they’re coming at us with a weak arsenal. But that doesn’t matter. I don’t give a (BLEEP) how pathetic they look or how stupid they sound with their native tongues flapping in the wind. I just want to break one of their arms off and slap around the Untouchables. Then ram it down Papa Z’s throat. I hope the Cowboys bring that old man with them again. I have some unfinished business with him
Billy: Unfinished business eh? Do you have anything in mind. Besides choke him out with one of the foreigners arms.
Tommy- Violence duh. Nothing special. I just wanna TNT that guy for the hell of it an grab him by his old man droopy balls right before I slap his dentures outta his mouth. You know, the regular.
Billy: Ha Ha, I’m sure Papa Z will be down there. He’ll have to cheerlead his two stoner (BLEEP)s into the ring. They probably don’t have a (BLEEP)ing clue their even I Toronto. They have to be one of the weakest tag team champions of all time. We smoked them in a matter of minutes and took their gold. Now they want to come back at us again? I mean come on. Didn’t they learn their lesson the first time? If you can’t beat em, (BLEEP) off. That’s the best motto I’ve ever heard and clearly they haven’t got that through those cloudy brains of theirs. It’s too bad too. Because they could have avoided the entire thing. They could have just saved themselves from getting the hell kicked out of them twice by the Doomriders… but no. Here they are again, waiting in line to receive the Doomrider Special With Sauce.
[Billy slams on the brakes as a car ignores the red light and turns out in the intersection. He slams the horn and opens his window to let out a few obscenities.]
Billy: You (BLEEP)ing idiot! Are you blind!? How the (BLEEP) did you get a liscence? YOU’RE A (BLEEP)ING MORON!
[The car speeds off, untouched. Billy slams his fist into the horn.]
Billy: If it’s one thing I didn’t miss, it’s the god damn traffic. I swear, Toronto has some of the worst drivers in the entire world…
Tommy: (BLEEP)ing idiots. But yeah Everyone could avoid a ass kicking if they’d just stay away. But no, they all want to try an bring it to us and take our gold. What do they not understand by now? We’re the real deal, not to be messed with. Kenny an Jay, those to un(BLEEP)able goofs need to just die all ready. I haven’t even heard from O’Brien yet and I’m already ready to pound his teeth out.
Billy: They've been on hard times ever since Casino went Bankrupt. Krenshov is seemingly a lost puppy as he walks around his shitty apartment, back to normality. I told those (BLEEP)ers. I told them all that Casino was going to fail. Now i'm just waiting for the nail to be hammered in the coffin, where he backstabs everyone in his group to better himself. Considering he hasn't yet, i'll give him props for that. I'm pretty surprised the Untouchables are still going as a group, even without Casino's money backign them. But that's ok. I don't care if they're down in the dumps or if they're returning to their roots. We all are. We're all looking back on the past and bringing something positive up in return. I don't give a damn about the Untouchables. As far as I'm concerned, they've earned there spot as a number one contender... they did that by winning matches. But the fact of the matter is, we've taken them out before and we'll do it again. Maybe O'Brien isn't Casino, but if i had the option? I'd take O'Brien out because he's one of the few NAPW wrestlers that I have yet to do at. I can't wait to get my hands on him and stretch him like taffy.
Tommy: That’s what I’m saying man. (BLEEP) them all in the ass with a big rubber dick. these mother (BLEEP)ers all need to reach for there socks while we grab our cocks because these is a two man wrecking crew that is far from being over with. its only month three of our year an its only getting better. soon your going to be the world title holder an half tag champ. I’ll win a singles belt soon after and everyone will truly see that they were taking us far to lightly. That we were not joking about the Year of the Doomrider.
Billy: I figure everyone’s a critic until they get into the ring with us. I say they should go ask guys like the Delivery Men, D-X, and The Celtic Assassins what it is like to have to take us on more than one time. It just gets worse everytime. Like the Delivery Men for example, we got disqualified the first fight and then we destroyed them with it was no disqualifications at Jokers Wild. It was a no contest. But I think the tag teams going into this match know that we mean business. We’ve been on a terror ride ever since we got the band back together. We haven’t looked back yet, so I doubt they think we will now.
Maybe they’ll comment on how we were fighting at thtis time last year. Funny how shit changes eh?
Tommy: Yeah, seems to be a theme these days. Everythings changing. But you know what won’t change? Our Tag Team Championship Reign. Maybe we’ve got three other teams gunning for them, but does that mean we’re going to lose the belts? (BLEEP) no. It means that we get six other guys that we can hussle and smash to victory. It’s all business. Then after that, I get to run myself into the ring for the Sole Survivor battle royal and I’ll get my hands on that Martyr (BLEEP)er. He thinks he’s a (BLEEP)ing big dog because he pinned me in the ring last week. I’ll show that son of a bitch that he should have never lit the fuse of stick of dynamite. I’ll blow up all in his face and take his skin clean off. You have two things on the agenda, Billy. But so do I. I have vengence to serve. And it will be served hot and burning.
[Billy looks around at the various signs. The street is full of restaurants and fast food joints for the pleasure of any Torontonian.]
Billy: There it is.
[The Keg Steakhouse and Bar and it’s massive mouth watering sign jumps out at them like a pedestrian crossing the street. Billy makes a hard right and flies into the driveway, sending Deathrow flying into the center of the car, leaning his head onto Billy’s shoulder.
A sense of nervousness comes over Billy, as Tommy readjusts himself and sits back in his seat.]
Tommy: Jesus (BLEEP). Did you have to do that? I just woke up not more than half an hour ago. How the (BLEEP) do you expect me to be prepared for that?
Billy With who we’re going to meet, you need to expect the unexpected. He might toss fireballs at you as soon as we get in there. You never knew with Han. He’s full of surprises.
Tommy: Yeah and so am I. If he tosses fireballs at me, I’ll throw my great balls of fire at him and disgrace his entire Swedish family. Nobody gets the slip on The SUPERSTAR.
[The two men get out of the car and slam their doors tightly. Walking into the restaurant Billy seems eager, like a kid going into a candy store with a blank cheque. They open the door and the drooling smell of seasoned steak and potatoes overwhelmed there sense and both men seemingly float off the ground and follow their noses.
A waitress is waiting at the front with two menu’s in her hand.]
Billy: Umm, we’re here with Han Sameulson… Is he here already?
Waitress: Sameulson… Sameulson… Yes, he is. Right this way.
[The waitress brings them into an open area where only one man sits. The man is massive. I mean, he’s a complete monster. He could rival Kenny Krenshov in size, but certainly has a few years on him. He has crew cut grey hair, with a weathered face.]
Tommy: Holy shit… is that him?
Billy: Yepp, that’s him.
[The man smiles and bangs his hands on the table.]
Han: BVILLY!
[He shouts out in a strong Swedish accent.]
Billy: Hey Han, how are you doing? It’s been a long time.
Han: Yah. It’s bveen a very long time. You look bvigger then bvefore.
[Tommy leans into Billy.]
Tommy: Does he always call you Villy?
Billy: He’s Swedish. I think they have a hard time pronouncing B’s…
Han: And dis must bve Tommy Deathrow?
Tommy: You got that right. But you can call me the VuperVtar.
Han: Da Superstar?
Tommy: Close enough.
[The massive Swede extends his hand. His giant, leather hands and handshakes both of them. He offers both of them a seat and they take it with pleasure.]
Han: So. What is it, that you are doing in Toronto these days Bvilly?
Billy: Well Han, that’s kind of why I called you here. I’m competing for the Heavyweight title in New Alberta Pro Wrestling. And it just so happens that it’s taking place in Toronto… In Ontario for the very first time in the companies history.
Han: BVILLY!? You?! You are going for the bvig gold!?
Billy: Yeah, I know. It sounds funny, doesn’t it.
Han: Yah! It does! You were always a terrible wvrestler. I always figured you’d quit and become a side show wvorker….
Billy: Ha Ha… funny guy. But yeah, I wanted to come back and speak with you about doing some training with us. I could use a touch up.
Han: You could hardly get through it before! Do you think you can do it now?
Billy: I know I can do it now…
Han: Ei… Ei… I think I can help you out. Yes. I think I can help you out just fine… Wve’ll start soon. But first, WE MUST EAT!
Tommy: I like this guy already, I’m starving.
Han: You’re starving? With that pot belly of yours? Hah. Starving.
Tommy: I stand corrected…
[The three men talk back and forth and get to know one another again… They order food and laugh at each others downfalls for the entire dinner… What will Han have instore for them after the lunch? Pain? Torture? Torment? Probable. Most Possible.]